#n-sfw

“So then, he turns to our team leader and says, ‘do I look like a fucking honeypot to you?’” Ino was gesticulating wildly as she told a story from her most recent mission. The liquid in her glass sloshed dangerously close to the sides but she always stopped moving right before she lost any alcohol. “And so then, the team lead, she says, ‘I don’t think you know what that word means, Itsuki, because it doesn’t normally apply to dogs.’”

The table erupted into laughter.

“Wait, wait, wait, what did she even ask him to do? Like, what was the exact order?” Naruto asked, chortling.

“We needed to get close to a mark that had a bunch of dogs,” Ino explained. “She told him to take some treats and bones we brought and start making friends with them. He didn’t get why we couldn’t just kill them all, because for some reason he didn’t think it would be suspicious if all the target’s dogs disappeared over night. The team lead ripped into him until he was almost crying.”

“Maybe he misunderstood what sort of bones she was talking about,” Kiba said, waggling his eyebrows.

The table broke out into drunken giggles again, excluding Sasuke, who remained as silent as he had been the entire night. You couldn’t hear him sigh, but you felt his arm, pressed against yours as it was, rise and fall with a fast release of breath. He was staring out into the rest of the pub with a blank expression, entirely disengaged from the antics of your group who seemed to be trying to single handedly force a noise complaint on the otherwise quiet pub.

You slipped a hand into his and squeezed in a silent question. He didn’t look back, but he answered your squeeze with a single tap. While a double tap meant that he wanted to go home, that single tap let you know that he was fine as he was and that you didn’t need to worry. With that reassurance, you turned back to the rest of the group who had moved on to a different topic of discussion.

It was Ino leading the discussion once again. She had a salacious grin on her face as she addressed everyone in the group.

“If you had to have a one-night stand with one person at this table, who would you choose?” There were a few scandalised gasps, and no one made a move to answer first. Ino took that as meaning she had to provoke some reactions. “I know who you’d choose Shika,” she purred. “Fulfilling a teenage dream is so hot and back at the academy, didn’t you have a crush on—”

“Stop! Stop talking!” Shikamaru shouted desperately, choking on his drink in his desperation to stop her words.

“Wait, you had a crush on someone at this table during the academy?” you asked, genuinely shocked. “Why don’t I know about this? Who was it?”

Shikamaru sent you a betrayed look, but Ino looked delighted.

“I can see why he never told you,” Ino teased.

“Why—”

“Ino! Enough!” Shikamaru exclaimed, face as red as a cherry. He looked ready to tackle Ino if she opened her mouth again, but she only giggled, pleased with his response, before moving on to her next victim.

“What about you, Hinata?” Hinata squeaked, red faced from the combination of alcohol and having Ino’s dangerous gaze on her. “You’re normally so quiet, but I want to know who you’d sleep with at this table if you could. And you can’t choose Naruto, that’s too obvious.”

Hinata squeaked again and Naruto laughed before slipping an arm around his girlfriend. You really thought she was going to refuse to answer but when Naruto whispered something in her ear, she bit her lip and started looking around at the people at the table. Her eyes went in a circle: Kiba, Naruto, Ino, Neji, Neji’s mate, Shikamaru, you, and then Sasuke.

She did the loop twice before, much to your shock, she lifted a shaky hand and pointed at you. Everyone’s gaze followed her finger, including Sasuke’s, as he suddenly snapped his attention back to the discussion.

“Me?” you clarified. She nodded. “Wow, um, okay. Thank you.” You didn’t know what else to say.

Hinata nodded again, her face a concerning shade of red. You could feel Sasuke bristle next to you. Ino looked delighted.

“Why?” she demanded. “What’s your reasoning?”

Concerned about how much blood was left in the rest of Hinata’s body when you looked at her glowing face, you stepped in.

“Ino, that’s enough, she answered your question, leave her alone.”

“But I want to know!” she insisted. “You can answer, can’t you, Hinata?”

“Um, well,” she fidgeted with her fingers and dropped her gaze, “because, um, th-they seem like they’d be r-really gentle and nice a-and attentive.” Her words trailed off into an embarrassed whisper.

Sasuke was staring at her intently, but no one else seemed to register his rising hostility. You tried squeezing his hand again, but he ignored you, entirely focused on tracking each of Hinata’s movements.

Overwhelmed by all the attention, Hinata looked up at Naruto for reassurance, but he was distracted. His gaze went from you, to Hinata, and then to Sasuke. He bit his lip, a pink flush blooming on his face, and then opened his mouth to say something that you had a sneaking suspicion would only make Sasuke’s mood worse. Thankfully, someone else interrupted him.

“That’s cute, Hinata, and I get it,” Kiba said, folding both his hands behind his head like he was stretching. “Personally though, I would need something more. Something rougher, wilder, and kinkier. No offence,” he said to you, “but the cute cookie cutter love making isn’t enough for me.”

You had no idea why he, a) thought you’d take offence to that, or b) was so confident he knew what you were like in bed when you were pretty sure you’d never slept with him before.

Neji, who had gone past drunk and into sloppy territory, hummed in agreement, plastering himself to his mate’s side and trying to put his hand up their shirt. They just caught his hand with a sigh and put it back down onto his lap.

“What’s the point of sex if it’s not—hic— hot and hard and mind blowing,” Neji slurred.

“Ha!” Kiba laughed. “Didn’t expect you to get that, but you’re totally right!”

“Stop talking,” you heard Neji’s mate whisper to him. “You’re going to regret this in the morning.”

Beside you, every muscle in Sasuke’s body was taut. He seemed… angry? Possessive?

You could almost feel the the thoughts running through his head burning in the air between you. How dare someone that isn't him express a wish to sleep with you? How dare someone suggest that sleeping you with is not mind-blowing?

Everyone else was too drunk to notice the killing intent, but you certainly did.

Triggering both Sasuke’s possessiveness and his pride at the same time was a wonderful method to piss him off, and you weren’t surprised that the next time you squeezed his hand, you received two taps in return.

…

The second you got home, Sasuke stopped controlling his scent. Possessive jealously lined every note as he filled the air and then your lungs. A prideful omega had been stung, and now, there was the overwhelming sense that he had a point to prove.

"Not mind-blowing?" he snarled. "Not hard, not hot, what do they know? You're mine."

“Sasuke—” you didn’t get to finish your thought before he was on you. Right before his lips pushed against yours.

“Mine," he hissed.

You kissed him back, more than happy to indulge his jealousy, because honestly, it was hot to watch him get all possessive, but Sasuke kept pushing to escalate no matter how enthusiastically you reciprocated. Kisses quickly devolved into all tongue and teeth, and his spine had an impressive arch to it as he pushed his crotch into yours like he was trying to meld your hips together.

You rubbed circles on his hips with your thumbs, almost dizzy with his scent and relentless touch, trying to sneak in a few nibbles and bites of your own when he paused long enough to allow it.

One particularly good tug on his bottom lip with your teeth extracted a wonderfully delicious gasp that you then swallowed.

But eventually you pulled away. You really, really didn’t mind having your beautiful omega all over you, but you were still standing by the front door, and your bed was calling out an offer of somewhere warmer and much more comfortable.

“Let’s take this upstairs,” you panted, dodging Sasuke’s attempt to bruise your lips with his. “We’ll be more comfortable there.”

“No,” Sasuke replied simply. You faltered in surprise.

“No?” you repeated, baffled.

“No.” He dragged his teeth down the side of your neck and slid a hand under your shirt.

“Sasuke, I know you’re upset at Hinata” —he growled but you ignored him— “and the rest of our friends but I’m not fucking in the entryway of our house when we have a perfectly serviceable bedroom. I’d like to take this upstairs.”

Sasuke’s dark eyes were wild and intense as he stared at you.

“Make me.”

It was hard to explain to those who didn’t have a dominant or submissive headspace, how single words or phrases could have you falling into your role like a switch had been flipped. The second Sasuke’s challenge registered, the second you understood his angle, you straightened, dominance running through your veins.

You grabbed a handful of Sasuke’s hair at the back of his head and pulled it taut, exposing his delicate throat to your hungry eyes. You applied just enough force to hold him in place without hurting him. Sasuke gasped and then swallowed heavily.

“Listen to me, my darling. I am going upstairs to our bedroom, and you can either follow me like a good boy, or you can stay here. Your choice.”

“You— You’re just scared you couldn’t make me cum here,” he challenged. “You need the toys in the bedroom to help. You’re not alpha enough by yourself.”

Oh, he was really bratting tonight. You noted the reflection of your friends’ words in his challenge and knew he had something to prove. It wouldn’t be easy to get him to submit tonight, nor keep him submitting, but you were more than up for the challenge.

You raised an eyebrow at your beloved mate, and when you spoke, your voice was sweet and mocking.

“Oh, Sasuke…”

There was a quiet second where neither one of you moved. Then, you unleashed your own scent, strong and dominant and protective, drowning his out and filling the small space you were in completely.

The sheer heady dominance from his alpha, designed to impact him more than any other scent, went straight to Sasuke’s head. His pupils dilated, and his knees shook. You pulled him close and slipped a leg between his thighs.

In this position, when Sasuke’s knees finally gave out, he had no choice but to grind his hard cock against your thigh.

“Hnng,” he whined, immediately rutting his hardness against you as best as he could. “I’m— fuck…”

“Listen to me,” you ordered, voice measured but firm. Sasuke’s hazy eyes jumped to yours and his hips jolted. “I’ll repeat myself one more time. I’m going upstairs. You can either follow me up there, or you can stay down here. But if you don’t follow me quickly enough, I won’t be touching you at all tonight, no matter how much you beg.”

You kept up your oppressive scent. It was strong enough that you’d be in serious trouble for doing such a thing in public, but Sasuke didn’t mind. In fact, it looked like he was struggling not to drool.

You would give him exactly what he needed, you just had to get him ready to accept it first.

…

Sasuke’s head was fuzzy and his body was hot and sore and sticky. Everything felt good. So, so good. From his head to the tips of his toes, he felt like he was shivering and melting at the same time.

He was vaguely aware that he was laying on his back on his bed, but it felt more like he was floating, the gentle ache of his body lovingly cradling him as he glided through somewhere peaceful. He wished he could stay here forever.

For a few blissful moments, no thoughts could get their claws into him as he floated, but before long, his anxieties started to warp his paradise, and tug him back to the ground.

If he was laying here distracted, then he was vulnerable. If he was vulnerable, then he was in danger. His skin went cold with panic as imaginary foes leered at him, their faces smeared in his vision like wet paint.

And then a warm hand laid on his forehead and anchored him, cutting through the fear. He was desperate to reach for you, to keep you with him for as long as possible, but his arms refused to move.

Sasuke whined, long and high pitched.

Don't leave me, don't leave me, don't leave me. Alpha, I'm scared.

“Easy, darling, I’m right here,” you whispered, stroking his hair. “You’re safe, I promise, it’s just me here, just us. I’ve got you.”

He wanted to trust you, but the fear pricked at his skin.

“I can’t.” Those were the only words his dry mouth and frazzled brain could push out. “I can’t.”

“Shh, it’s alright.” You leant over him, blocking out the ceiling light with your body and washing Sasuke in a calming shadow. “I’ve got you, I promise.”

You unfurled your scent, cocooning him in something calm and comforting. It wasn’t enough to choke him, it wasn’t a show of dominance, it was just enough to make him feel like he’d been wrapped in a magical blanket.

When you had him good and covered, you gently massaged the scent glands on his neck until his own scent was noticeable alongside yours. The combination felt natural and correct. It smelt like home.

The anxiety only held out for another minute before slowly melting out of him. The wonderful calm returned and he embraced it greedily.

…

“What a slut,” you cooed, pawing at the wet patch on the back of Sasuke’s underwear. When you pulled your hand away, there was a noticeable web of slick between your fingers. You deliberating spread them out where Sasuke could see. He pulled away from you, his face a fiery, shameful red. “A bit of hair grabbing and you’re ready to present for me, hole all wet and drooling. Are you going to lick my fingers clean after you made such a mess on them?"

Sasuke growled, petulant and embarrassed, but you could see the way he was pressing his thighs together. You couldn’t wait to rid him of the last of the annoying fabric clinging to him.

“You don't have to be embarrassed in front of me, kitten,” you cooed, stepping closer again and pressing your thumb to his bottom lip. Sasuke shivered at the pet name. “Oh? You like me calling you kitten? Do you want to be my slutty little kitten, Sasuke?”

He mewled, his mouth opening to accept your thumb on instinct. When he realised what he was doing, he pulled back with a noise halfway between a needy whine and a sulky growl.

“You're a freak, why would I... why would I want that? I don't!” Sasuke denied.  He wasn’t very convincing. You giggled at his dramatics.

Most of your bedroom was bathed in a warm light, but there were a few solitary beams of cold moonlight sneaking in through the cracks in the curtains. Sasuke looked beautiful illuminated in both kinds of light, each hitting him at a different angle.

He was perfect enough to be a painting.

“You do,” you teased. You kissed him and his mouth opened pliantly. Taking advantage of his temporary submission, you pulled his shirt over his head and ran a hand down his chest and to his tummy, which jumped under your palm. “You’re my slutty little kitten, aren’t you, Sasuke? No one else can touch you, isn’t that, right?”

Sasuke eyes flashed red at the thought that someone else might touch him. It was quite adorable.

“You’re… You’re my alpha,” Sasuke repeated, breathless. “No one else can touch you either.”

“Oh, my wonderful omega, I’m so glad we’re on the same page.”

…

You never stopped talking to him, even after his initial anxiety had passed.

“You’re my wonderful mate. My sweetest partner. My loveliest darling.”

The pet names filtered through his brain and settled on his heart. They were cheesy and over the top and he should have been embarrassed, but the praise and love were so addictive that he couldn’t find it in him to care.

“You did so well, I’m proud of you,” you murmured to him, pressing kissed to his face, light and delicate. “I had such a wonderful time, and you performed so well for me. My love, my moon, my Sasuke.”

He loved you so much.

…

Your mate was incredibly beautiful, and even his biggest detractors would struggle to argue otherwise. He had a regal beauty about him, high cheekbones, sharp eyes, and a softly sloped jaw. From pictures, you knew that he took after his mother, a beautiful omega in her own right.

It pained you that you had to share this beauty with the rest of your village, many of whom didn’t appreciate the work of art they were allowed to set their unworthy eyes on. But, whenever that pain got too much and you felt the urge to hide Sasuke away from the world, you reminded yourself that you were the only one who got to see him like this.

Sasuke was kneeling at your feet, sucking and drooling on three of your fingers. He had his own hands pressed into the carpet, letting his head do all the work.

 You pressed down on his tongue and he moaned, eyes fluttering.

“That’s it,” you encouraged. “You’ve got to prove you can be a good boy before I let you have my cock. Brats don’t get rewards.”

Sasuke tried to glare at you, but his pupils were blown out wide and his tongue never stopped caressing your skin, which rather ruined the effect. The raging hard on and thick smell of slick also undermined him somewhat.

You let him go for a little longer before pulling your fingers out and admiring your work. Sasuke looked utterly debauched. His tongue lolled out with a whine now that he had nothing to suck on, resting on his spit covered chin. His eyes pleaded up at you for more, for anything.

It was so hot, you were having trouble holding back from skipping straight to the main course, but Sasuke needed something more intense and more drawn out tonight, and you could never bring yourself to disappoint him.

“Such a good kitten,” you praised, using your clean hand to affectionately stroke his cheek. “You’re finally being my good boy, aren’t you?”

Sasuke’s lips quivered in indecision.

“I…”

“Come on, darling, good boys get rewards, don’t you want a reward?”

He wavered, but his horny side eventually won and he nodded.

“Say it,” you prompted. “Say that you’re my good boy and I’ll reward you with something bigger to suck on, I promise.” Sasuke whined. “Come on, baby, you can do it.”

“I… I…” You waited patiently. “I’m… I’m a… good boy.”

“Good job, darling, you certainly are.”

When you finally slipped what he wanted between his lips, there was a mutual sigh of relief.

…

You slowly and carefully slipped the metal straw in between Sasuke’s lips until it was resting on his tongue. He mouthed at it clumsily. He was starting to come around a little now, but his limbs were still heavy and uncooperative. You held both the glass and his head in your hands.

“Take some sips of water, Sasuke.”

Sasuke obeyed automatically. He took small sips at first, just enough to coat his mouth, but soon he was sucking at the straw like his life depended on it, taking in mouthful after mouthful without breath. In his eagerness, some drops spilled out of his mouth and ran down his chin to his throat, but he ignored them. The water cooled and soothed his throat, and quenched a thirst he didn’t know he had.

He didn’t stop until the glass was empty, letting go of the straw with a gasp as he desperately gulped for the air he’d neglected.

“Good, very good.” You wiped the excess of his chin with a cloth. “Can you say some words for me so I can check the strain on your throat?”

Words? You needed him to speak? He could do that.

Except… he couldn’t think of anything to say. Which words did you want to hear? Which words would be good enough?

The longer the silence dragged on, the more that earlier panic tried to claw its way back into him.

He was disobeying you. He was being bad. You would be so disappointed in him.

What if you stopped loving him?

A warm hand on his throat stopped the spiral.

“Easy,” you whispered, stroking the delicate skin there. “Just relax. That was my fault for not giving you something more specific, and I’m sorry. You’re my good boy, Sasuke.”

“Do you still… love me?” he said, voice quieter but much less strained than before the water. The words had escaped him without his permission, but before he could be embarrassed, you answered.

“More than anything else in this world, Sasuke.” Your voice was so earnest and he believed you. The horrid pressure in his chest lifted.

“Okay,” he mumbled. Your hand was still on his throat, and it felt nice. “That’s… good.”

You laughed gently and placed a featherlight kiss on his forehead.

“You okay to rest here while I clean up a bit?”

“Hnn.”

…

Sasuke cried out in pained pleasure as you continued your overstimulating assault. He was on all fours on your bed, a wonderful position for him if you did say so yourself, while you drowned him in as many sensations as you could manage.

You had one hand pumping his weeping cock. It was hot and heavy and drooling in your palm. A jolt passed through Sasuke’s spine every time you dipped your thumb nail into his sensitive slit.

“Ah! Ah! That's... that's... Fuck!”

Your other hand was responsible for the two fingers currently rubbing hard and fast circles onto his prostate. It was just as wet back here, and it was taking a lot of concentration to keep your hand from slipping as clear slick leaked out of your mate and ran down his thighs in persistent, sinful droplets.

Earlier, you had been chasing those droplets with your tongue, but now your tongue was pressing its heat into Sasuke’s perineum. You still remembered the night that you both discovered how sensitive he was there. You had abused that spot until he had been edged for so long, he could barely speak. Now, each time you pushed with your tongue, Sasuke seemed to be torn between writhing back to meet your touch and pulling away from the persistent pleasure.

You supposed you couldn’t blame the indecision; Sasuke was already four orgasms in, after all. Still, you were relentless.

“Are you close?” you teased, pulling your mouth off him temporarily. “You seem close.”

“F-fuck you.”

You laughed at the pathetic display of defiance.

“Aww, well that’s not very nice, Sasuke, should I stop touching you then?” You slowed both your hands ever so slightly and Sasuke growled in frustration. You laughed and sped back up. Every muscle in Sasuke’s body tensed and you knew he was at another peak. “Cum for me, kitten, good boy.”

Sasuke screamed as another orgasm ripped through him. His limbs shook violently, and his soaking hole clenched down on your fingers like a vice. His cock spurted out a pathetic amount of watery cum onto your bed.

And yet, through it all, you kept stroking him from both ends.

Sasuke let out a moan that sounded more like a sob as his elbows collapsed, sending him sprawling face first into your pillows. You readjusted your position to keep your hands on him

“Kami, hnnnnnng, I can’t—” he cried, clawing at the pillows. “I’m too sensitive, fuck!”

“I thought this was what you wanted?” you taunted, rubbing your thumb at the head of his cock. “You were so eager earlier to cum without my permission, baby. I warned you what would happen if you did.”

Sasuke didn’t respond, he just bit into the pillows and sobbed. At the sound of real, actual tears, you slowed down.

“What’s your colour, Sasuke?”

“Green,” he sobbed. “Green.”

“Good boy, thank you for answering me.” You sped back up the second you had his content and Sasuke screamed into his pillow.

You kept up the ministrations until Sasuke was teetering on another edge, and then, right before his crest, you withdrew all touches simultaneously.

Without your hands to ground him, Sasuke’s hips and legs collapsed as his arms had done earlier, leaving him sprawled out on his front. He twitched and spasmed on the sheets while you watched him get dragged through a ruined orgasm.

“No more, no more,” he ground out in an exhausted and breathy voice. “I can’t. I can’t do any more.”

When you went around to his head end and perched next to him, you saw tears streaming down his face and soaking into the fabric underneath him. Some moisture was clinging to the tips of his unfairly long lashes. You decided that the red rimmed eyes and swollen lips suited him.  

“I bet you regret cumming without permission now, huh?” you teased gently, swiping away a tear. "You're lucky you lost your privilege to use toys today, if this is how you're responding to a couple of fingers."

“Idiot alpha,” Sasuke sobbed, but his words were toothless. He nuzzled into your palm like a man starving for affection and you let him linger there for as long as he wanted.

It took about ten minutes for the tears and aftershocks to stop completely and for some of Sasuke’s energy to return.

“Want to stop for the evening?” you asked, stroking his hair.

“No.” Sasuke shot you a glare for evening asking, casting a significant glance at your crotch. “You haven’t even cum yet.”

You snorted, “I’m a fully grown adult, Sasuke, not a horny teenager, I’ll live if you’re too tired to continue.”

“No.”

“I thought you ‘couldn’t do anymore’?” He growled at you, but it only made you laugh.

“Knot me,” he demanded. “Just be quick about it.”

“So needy,” you cooed. Sasuke just buried his face back into the pillow and slowly slid his hips off the bed and spread his legs until he was presenting out into the room.

“Hurry up,” he muttered.

You let out a shaky breath at the sheer sex appeal your mate possessed.

“I will,” you promised, almost drooling. “But I want to see your face. Flip over.”

…

Sasuke was finally starting to feel more alert now. He was still aching and sated and having to be propped up by a nest of pillows, but some of the fog had lifted and he was feeling a little more… human.

He was quite happy just to sit there and watch you clean. You were collecting dirty cloths and bedding into a pile right now. Maybe Sasuke should have felt compelled to help, but he really didn’t. This was your punishment for forcing him through so many orgasms.

You threw the pile of laundry by the door to deal with later. You never left him alone after a scene, no matter how many times he told you he didn’t care if you stepped out for a bit.

Liar, his mind whispered to him. They know you don’t like it, that’s why they stay.

He ignored the traitorous voice.

With the laundry out of the way, he watched as you went to grab something from the mini fridge in his nesting room. Sasuke had no qualms about you entering his nest whenever you wanted, but he hadn’t stocked the fridge. He had been away on a long-term mission until three days ago so there shouldn’t be anything in there for you to grab.

And yet, there must have been, because you returned with a little lunch box and a bottle of juice. At his confused look, you smiled sheepishly.

“I knew there’d be an intense scene soon,” you admitted. “There’s always at least one after you get back from a mission like the one you just finished. So, I made some aftercare snacks in advance yesterday, just in case.”

Mechanically, Sasuke took the lunch box and opened it. It wasn’t anything complicated, just a scoop of plain white rice, some bites of rolled omelette, chopped tomatoes, and some chicken.  

It was exactly what he wanted. You knew him so well.

There was an uncomfortable surge inside of him and much to Sasuke’s humiliation, tears burnt and bubbled at his waterline.

He put the lunch box down on the bedside table and scrubbed at his face. Why was he crying? Why was he being so pathetic? How did you always manage to pull these emotions out of him?

You slid in beside him and let him hide his face in your chest.

“I’m sorry,” he choked. “I don’t know— I don’t know why. I don’t know why.”

“Shh, you don’t have to know why. You can cry as much as you want. I’ve got you. I love you.”

Sasuke broke. Catharsis and confusion flowed through him as he grabbed at you hard enough to bruise. You gripped him back.

Why? Why did you love him like this? Sasuke could never understand it.

“I love you,” you whispered again, and Sasuke only cried harder.

You held him until he had no more energy to cry and no more liquid left to form tears from. Sasuke’s head throbbed, and he was somehow more exhausted than he had been before, but there was also an element of that earlier floating that had returned to him.

“You need to eat something to get some sugar in your blood,” you said, picking up the lunchbox and bottle of juice. “Can you eat it yourself, or do you want me to feed you?”

Blushing, Sasuke snatched the chopsticks from your hands with a muttered protest that he could do it himself. You laughed but didn’t argue.

He ate his food in silence, leaning up against you all the while.

…

Considering Sasuke’s sensitivity, and your own dwindling ability to keep your orgasm in check, you had replaced your more overt dominance with something slower, softer, and more rhythmic.

You were face to face, chest to chest, and buried inside your omega, pushed up as close as you could to him as you gently thrust back and forth. You were holding Sasuke’s hands up above his head, fingers intertwined, as you stared into his dark eyes.

Sasuke’s cock, completely soft and unable to cum any further, flopped uselessly against his tummy.

“I’m not going to last much longer,” you warned.

“Good.”

“Do you want me to knot you?”

Instead of answering you with words, Sasuke moved around until he could get his legs around your waist and then tightened them so that you were flush with him. You got his message loud and clear.

You could barely thrust with how tightly Sasuke was gripping your waist, but it didn’t matter. Just the slow, deep grinding sensation was more than enough to bring you both to the edge for one final time.

Sasuke gasped, his eyes fluttering shut as his body seized, clamping down on you so hard that you were unable to move. You could see flashes of red behind his eyelids as he lost control of his sharingan, blessed to remember this moment forever.

How would you have ever been able to hold back when he looked so beautiful?

You plummeted into your own orgasm, your knot already snuggly in place as it inflated and locked the two of your together. Shivers travelled through your whole body, coalescing at the spot where you and Sasuke met. His tie milked you as you spilled your warmth inside the deepest parts of him that only you were allowed to touch.

Sasuke was almost completely limp as you laid there, but even through his exhaustion, you could feel him purring as you filled him.

You could only hold yourself up for another minute before you lowered yourself down and rolled the both of you into a comfortable position to rest.

…

Sasuke still felt warm from the bath as he laid in his bed, cushioned by a clean set of bedding and cocooned in the comfort of his mate asleep beside him.

Sasuke wasn’t able to join you in sleep yet, no matter how exhausted he was, but he didn’t mind the quiet cuddling while he waited for exhaustion to claim him.

His mind drifted towards the events of earlier in the evening. How had any of your friends dared to discuss you so intimately, to make a public claim on you right in front of him, to then imply that you couldn’t satisfy someone in bed? He didn't know which friend he was most angry at.

Sasuke bit into the blanket to supress a growl as he added up all the slights your friends had committed.

You were his alpha. His. No one else’s.

Beyond that, Sasuke had clearly proven that you weren’t bad in bed. He could admit that he had never laid with anyone else in that way before, but as far as he was concerned, that wasn’t an obstacle to proclaiming that you were the best.

He’d heard horror stories from the jounin common room and in hotels in every country. Alphas that didn’t make their omega cum, alphas that were inconsiderate, alphas that never did aftercare, the complaints never ended.

But you weren’t like that, and that made Sasuke proud, because you were his, and only his, forever. Maybe, if his peers continued to be annoying, he could… let some information slip to make them realise how wrong they were, maybe even make them jealous.

He knew in the back of his mind that it was a terrible idea that he'd never follow through on, but right now, it sounded perfect.

He relaxed against your chest, sleepy and sated and at peace, his conundrum solved. Nights like these, where you had painstakingly taken him apart and rebuilt him afterwards were the only nights that were nightmare free.

his only response was another groan, his body curling deeper into the blankets like a child refusing to wake up for school. your patience, already worn thin by the alarm, officially snapped. without a second thought, you placed both hands on his shoulder and gave him a hard shove.

the result was immediate—and satisfying.

sasuke landed on the floor with a dull thud, the blanket tangled around his legs. he blinked up at you, his expression caught somewhere between groggy confusion and mild betrayal. "did you just—?"

"yep." you sat up, stretching your arms above your head.

he rubbed the back of his head, scowling. "you didn’t have to push me off."

"didn’t i, though?" you quipped, grabbing your phone and heading to the bathroom. "make yourself useful and fold the blanket while you’re down there."

as you disappeared into the bathroom, you could hear him muttering something under his breath about "violent women" and "never sleeping over again." you smirked to yourself, knowing full well he didn’t mean it.

you freshened up, and took a quick shower. you changed inside the bathroom itself. when you stepped out of the bathroom, sasuke was sprawled on your bed, buried under the blanket.

"sasuke... my roommate will be back anytime. get upppp." you nudged his shoulder.

he groaned and swatted your hand away.

you sighed. "just... wake up and be out before 10 am, okay?"

he nodded, half-asleep.

the days that followed were strange—so unfamiliar yet oddly natural. the anger and distance that had always hardened sasuke's expression were gone. he was still sasuke, still stoic and brooding, still quiet and enigmatic.

he didn’t avoid you anymore. if anything, he gravitated toward you in ways that felt both deliberate and accidental. between classes, you’d find him leaning against the hallway wall, one hand tucked into his pocket, waiting. he never said he was waiting for you, but the way his dark eyes followed you as you approached, the slight nod he gave when you stopped beside him—it was enough.

at lunch, he started sitting with you and your friends, though he didn’t say much. he let naruto and ino carry the conversations while shikamaru and sakura threw in sarcastic remarks. but every now and then, his gaze would flicker to you, lingering for a second too long. once, when you reached for the soy sauce, he passed it to you before you could even ask, his fingers brushing yours for just a moment.

when you caught him looking, he didn’t look away. instead, he held your gaze.

he wasn’t resistant anymore. he didn’t flinch when your hands brushed, didn’t shy away when your laughter bubbled out too loud. he didn’t push you away when you teased him, though his muttered retorts still held their signature bite.

"so, did you notice how he used the inclusive 'we' throughout the entire segment? classic use of a positive politeness strategy. it’s brown and levinson 101—minimising distance by emphasising shared goals. and then, right after that, he slips in that... hedged commitment—'we might consider'. it’s so subtle, but it creates this illusion of deference while still maintaining control of the discourse. i mean, who even thinks to do that on the fly? politicians, man."

sasuke sat across from you, one hand resting on the table, the other loosely holding his phone. his expression was unreadable, as it always was, but his eyes were fixed on you, quietly following every animated gesture, every rise and fall of your voice.

you leaned forward, mimicking some grand rhetorical gesture from the speech you’d clearly dissected in your head a hundred times. "and then—then!—he pivots with that conditional clause, 'if we were to…,' which isn’t just a hedge, but a way to signal both tentativeness and hypothetical alignment. it’s like he’s saying, ‘i’m not imposing anything on you; we’re just exploring this together,’ but in reality, he’s guiding the whole conversation exactly where he wants it to go. brilliant manipulation, really."

he didn’t understand half the jargon you were using—positive politeness strategies, hedged commitments, negative politeness as strategic deference.

"mm," he hummed noncommittally, the corner of his mouth twitching. not quite a smile, but close enough.

"you’re not even following, are you?" you teased, narrowing your eyes at him.

"not a word," he admitted flatly, but his gaze didn’t waver.

you laughed, the sound bright and unguarded, and he felt something inside him loosen. "it’s okay," you said, still grinning. "i know this is more my niche than yours. but, you know, it’s fun to share."

he let out a quiet grunt, his eyes softening just a fraction. "it’s fine," he said, his voice low, steady. "you can keep going."

"really?"

sasuke didn’t do girlfriends. that much he knew. they were a complication, a label, something that came with expectations and promises he wasn’t sure he could meet. girlfriends were... structured, defined. something you were supposed to navigate with a script.

but this? this thing he had with you? it wasn’t scripted. it wasn’t defined. and for a while, that had worked. in college terms, the two of you were just hooking up—casual, simple, no strings attached. he had convinced himself it was enough. enough to quiet whatever storm of feelings simmered beneath the surface, enough to keep you close without the risk of truly letting you in.

except now, it wasn’t enough.

sitting in the library, staring blankly at a textbook he wasn’t reading, sasuke felt the edges of his thoughts unraveling. the memory of your laughter, the feel of your hands steadying his face, the way your voice softened when you spoke to him—it all played on a loop in his mind, like some cruel joke the universe was telling at his expense.

this wasn’t casual anymore.

but what did he want?

he clenched his jaw, staring at the words on the page that blurred into nothing. he didn’t know how to ask you for more. for... whatever this was. he wasn’t even sure what he wanted from you. a girlfriend? the word felt foreign in his mind, like it didn’t belong to him. relationships were for people who had their lives figured out, who didn’t flinch at the idea of someone seeing all the messy, broken parts of them. not him.

but he also didn’t want to lose you.

the thought of you walking away—of you deciding this wasn’t worth your time anymore—settled like a stone in his gut. he thought of the way your presence seemed to light up everything, even the corners of his life he’d kept deliberately dark. how you listened to his silences, laughed at his brooding, and somehow made it all feel okay.

he sighed, leaning back in his chair, his eyes drifting to his phone on the table. your name sat at the top of his messages, from a conversation earlier that morning—something mundane about your coffee order and his refusal to try iced matcha latte, no matter how much you insisted.

what did he want?

he wanted to keep texting you at odd hours. he wanted to sit beside you under that stupid tree on campus while you yapped about linguistics. he wanted to see you in every shade of sari you owned and watch you dance.

he wanted you.

but what he didn’t want—what scared him more than anything—was the idea of screwing it up. because if he lost you now, it wouldn’t just be a fling ending. it would be losing the only person who made his world feel less... hollow.

he exhaled sharply, his hand tightening around the edge of his chair. for now, all he could do was try to figure it out. slowly. carefully. but he knew one thing for certain: whatever this was, he wasn’t ready to let it go. not yet. not ever.

you stepped into the library, dressed in your typical laid-back style: an oversized black sweater that practically swallowed you, loose black pants that swayed softly with each step, a mask covering the lower half of your face, and those birkenstock sandals you seemed to live in. slung across your body was that faded, near-dead converse sling bag you stubbornly refused to replace, no matter how many times people teased you about it.

you were balancing a bottle in one hand—your "bottle of water," as you'd call it, though he already knew better. it was matcha latte. it was always matcha latte. the same one you'd been pestering him to try for days now, claiming it would "change his life."

he quickly looked back at his textbook, feigning disinterest as you made your way toward him, but his mind betrayed him. his heart picked up pace, and a faint blush crept onto his cheeks. he hated it.

not that he'd ever let it show.

you plopped yourself down in the chair across from him, setting your bag on the table with a soft thud. you pulled your mask down, revealing a small, knowing smirk.

"so. thirsty?"

he glanced at the bottle in your hand, his expression flat. "for water, yes" he deadpanned.

"he thinks he's funny. you’re gonna try it today, no excuses."

he stared at you, his brows furrowed. "i told you, i’m not drinking that—"

"oh, you’re drinking it," you interrupted, unscrewing the cap and sliding the bottle across the table toward him. "you’ve run out of ways to escape. no one says no to me in a library. i’m too intimidating."

he couldn’t help the small twitch of his lips, the barest hint of a smile threatening to break through. your confidence—so casual, so utterly you—was impossible to ignore.

"fine," he muttered, picking up the bottle. "but if this tastes like crap, you owe me."

"yeah yeah"

he took a tentative sip, his face unreadable as he let the taste settle. it wasn’t bad, actually. but he wasn’t about to admit that.

"it’s fine," he said with a shrug, setting the bottle down.

you dropped your head on the table, sighing at his perpetually bland response.

he rolled his eyes, but the corners of his lips betrayed him again, curving into something dangerously close to a smile.

and as you settled into your seat, pulling out a book from your bag and sipping your own matcha latte, sasuke found himself stealing another glance at you. the blush crept back onto his face, though he kept his head down, pretending to focus on his work.

you were ridiculous. utterly ridiculous.

but in that moment, with your oversized sweater, your stupid latte, and your quiet energy that somehow filled the entire room, he realised he didn’t mind it. not even a little.

you were back at sasuke's house one night—grand but restrained, much like its inhabitants. you had stepped through its doors many times before, but this time, the air felt different. warmer, somehow. like the house itself was relieved to see you back.

mikoto was the first to greet you, her warm smile lighting up her face as she pulled you into a soft embrace. "y/n, it’s so good to see you again," she said, her voice tinged with genuine fondness. "it’s been too long."

too long was right. you’d spent weeks avoiding his usual place after the new year’s eve incident, when sasuke had all but shoved you out of his life. and yet, here you were again.

itachi appeared next, leaning casually against the doorframe with a small smirk. "i was starting to think sasuke scared you off for good," he teased, his tone light but his eyes sharp, as if assessing the tension that might still linger.

fugaku’s presence loomed in the background, his expression as unreadable as ever. but as you approached, he gave a small nod of acknowledgment. "y/n," he said, his tone even. "welcome back."

the words were simple, but coming from fugaku, they carried a weight that made you feel oddly...accepted.

as soon as mikoto started with her "aww, young love" spiel, sasuke’s hand shot out to grab your wrist, his grip firm but not rough. "let’s go," he muttered, his face already heating up under his mother’s knowing gaze.

he basically manhandled you upstairs, and you bickered to slow down.

"you know what they say, sasuke, she won't bristle if you wrap your whistle," said itachi, all short of a big board that said 'have protected sex, kids'.

"don’t you have something better to do?" sasuke shot over his shoulder, his tone sharp but not biting.

mikoto, of course, only laughed, clearly enjoying her son’s flustered state, oblivious to the innuendo.

sasuke’s grip on your wrist tightened as he pulled you up the stairs, his entire face now a furious shade of crimson.

"i hate him," sasuke muttered under his breath as you reached his room.

you bit back a laugh, still processing itachi’s sly comments. "you know, he’s got a point," you teased, grinning as sasuke shot you a dark look.

"don’t start," he warned, opening the door and practically shoving you inside before slamming it shut, running his hand over his face.

sasuke glanced at you from between his fingers, his ears still pink. "if he says one more thing, i’m leaving him out of my will."

"oh, because you definitely strike me as the kind of guy to write a will," you said.

"i might," he said, deadpan, before finally letting himself relax.

the familiar comfort of sasuke’s room settled over the two of you like a well-worn blanket. it was the same as always—minimalistic, impeccably clean, and infused with the faint scent of cedarwood. the quiet hum of the air conditioner above filled the space, and you couldn’t help but smile at how little had changed since the last time you were here.

"so," you started, leaning back against the headboard, "is it still in the drawer?"

sasuke smirked faintly, getting up and pulling open the second drawer of his nightstand. sure enough, he retrieved a little tin box, flipping it open to reveal neatly rolled joints inside.

"you’re so predictable, uchiha," you teased, holding out your hand.

he rolled his eyes but joined you on the bed, lighter in hand. with practiced ease, he lit the joint, taking the first drag before passing it to you.

you took it between your fingers, inhaled deeply, and exhaled slowly, letting the familiar warmth wash over you. "god, i missed this," you said, leaning your head back against the wall.

"you missed getting high in my room?" sasuke asked dryly, though there was a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

"no," you replied, glancing at him. "i missed you. well... sometimes. when you weren’t being an ass."

he scoffed, taking the joint back from you. "so, what, like five minutes a week?"

"exactly," you said with a grin.

the two of you passed the joint back and forth in comfortable silence for a while, the haze of smoke curling lazily around the room. outside, the faint chirping of crickets mixed with the occasional muffled sound from downstairs, but up here, it was just the two of you, the world shrinking to the small bubble you always seemed to create together.

he didn’t say anything for a moment, just took another drag and handed it back to you. when he finally spoke, his voice was low, almost hesitant. "i don’t really know what i’m doing, y/n. with you. with any of this."

"you don’t have to know everything right now," you added, your tone soft but firm. "nobody’s asking you to. not me, not anyone. this? whatever this is between us? it’s just life. messy and weird and imperfect. and that’s okay."

he stayed quiet for a moment, his fingers brushing against the fabric of the blanket beneath him. "i guess that’s... reassuring."

you chuckled, passing the joint back to him. "good. because honestly? none of us have a clue. we’re all just winging it."

he took the joint, his lips twitching upward in the faintest hint of a smile. "even you?"

"especially me," you said with a laugh. "but that’s the beauty of it, isn’t it? we get to figure it out together."

you took a short drag when he held the joint to your lips. he snorted a laugh. "pussy."

you rolled your eyes and took a proper drag, then exhaled the smoke in the shape of a ring and blew it on his face.

a startled chuckle escaped him as the ring of smoke enveloped his face, the sensation both ticklish and invigorating. his dark eyes sparkled with mischief as he reached out to gently swat the remaining wisps away.

"show-off," he teased, his voice laced with affectionate mockery. "think you're impressing me with your little tricks?"

sasuke reclined against the headboard, one arm draping casually across your shoulders as he put the dead joint in the ashtray.

"i'm getting free weed from you, rich boy. i'll impress you however i want"

"when you put it that way..."

you take a few more drags together with a second joint. "man… fucking you when we're high… hits different" you said, recalling your past indulgences.

"fucking reckless, isn't it? he murmured, his voice low and husky.

your turned to look at him as his arm hung over your shoulder. "wanna fuck?"

sasuke only smirked. who was he to refuse...

"as if I'd need to be asked," he purred, his voice dripping with seduction as he loomed over your. "but since you asked so nicely…"

sasuke's hands roamed over your body, mapping out the curves and contours he had come to know so intimately. he paused to untangle your hair from the pillow, letting the silken strands cascade through his fingers before trailing kisses along your jawline and down the column of your throat.

he crawled down and off the bed to take his clothes off. you undressed yourself as well. before you could do anything, he gabbed your ankles and yanked you forward, parting your legs. he knelt down on the carpeted floor, and began pressing kisses to your thigh.

"you look good down on your knees."

sasuke smirked and bit into your thigh in response. he was an expert when it came to touching you. his hands travelled up to your calves, letting his fingers glide over your milky skin.

he licked and kissed at your folds, having missed being buried between your legs. he as good as nosedove in with a breathy moan, which made you chuckle.

but good god, the way he ate you out was something absolutely surreal. open mouthed kisses, his tongue lapping at every inch of your pussy, the tip of his nose breathing against your clit, drenching itself in every drop of arousal sasuke brought out of you.

it didn’t take you long to tremble and quake, gushing down on his mouth. sasuke all but inhaled you.

he devoured your cunt like a man starved. like he was going to live longer by eating you out.

and when you looked down after your high, the nastiest smirk looked back at you, your cum dripping down his lips.

he crawled back up on you, messily kissing your lips. but you had other plans.

you flipped you both over, pushing him, so that you straddled his lap "mmm... you've been in charge too many times. my turn"

a low growl rumbled in sasuke's chest as you reversed your positions, pinning him beneath your lithe form. he revelled in the sudden loss of control, the feeling of being at your mercy. it was a novel experience, and one he found strangely exhilarating. "careful what you wish for, baby..." he warned, his hands gripping your hips as you began to grind against him. "i might just let you have your way… for now." sasuke's breathing grew ragged as your movements became more insistent, your core rubbing against his slowly hardening dick. jesus. sasuke wasn't able to get hard for the past few months. he'd tried to fuck before and just...couldn't. as if his body only wanted you.

so feeling himself grow hard was a pleasure tenfold.

he couldn't help but reach out, his calloused palms cupping the soft mounds of your breasts. he kneaded the supple flesh, thumbing over the pebbled nipples until they hardened further under his touch.

sasuke never cared for facial appearance or beauty whenever he just wanted a quick fuck. but now that he'd bagged you back in his life, he had to admit to himself. you were fucking sexy. facially, you were like an exotic goddess, your body was fucking gorgeous, thick, and slim in the right places. sasuke thought he'd gone to heaven.

sasuke's hands slid up your sides, palming the soft flesh of your back as he pulled you closer, seeking more contact, more friction. his hips bucked upward, grinding against you in a desperate attempt to ease the ache building within him.

you pressed butterfly kisses to his jaw, his neck, his collarbone, his chest. sasuke didn't remember the last time he'd been touched like this. the tender affection was foreign to him, yet he found himself craving more, his body arching into yours in silent supplication.

as you loomed over him, your hand on his chest for support, you brought the other to his lips. "open"

without hesitation, sasuke parted his lips, welcoming your fingers as you guided them into his mouth. he sucked gently, swirling his tongue around the digits as if savouring a forbidden fruit. "mmph…" a low hum of approval vibrated against your palm, his eyes locked onto your, smouldering with a hunger that transcended mere physical desire.

you recalled all that you'd been through and chuckled. "just sex... huh" you scoffed, leaning forward and biting his pierced earlobe. "i'll show you sex."

a shudder ran down sasuke's spine as your fingers delved deeper, stroking the sensitive inner walls of his mouth. the act was intimate, almost possessive, and it stirred something absolutely depraved within him. he could feel your power, your dominance, and it only served to inflame his desire. sasuke sucked harder, his cheeks hollowing as he worked your digits with his tongue. the wet sounds of it filled the room. when you finally withdrew your hand, sasuke released your fingers with a pop, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps.

with the same wet hand, you held his hard cock, stroking it slowly.

"fuck..." he bit out, his head thrashing against the mattress as you stroked him with increasing confidence. he could feel every contour of her palm, every subtle shift of your fingers as you explored his length, and it sent jolts of electric pleasure coursing through his body.

the way you stroked his cock this time was much different than all the times you had before. the way you were twisting it, holding him gently, carefully, but so commandingly.

sasuke's entire world narrowed to the point where your fingers met his aching flesh. every twist, every stroke, every subtle pressure was magnified a thousandfold, sending shockwaves of ecstasy rippling through his very being. "oh god, yes… just like that," he panted, his voice strained with pleasure.

you halted you movements completely, leaving his wet dick cool down in the night breeze, denying him his orgasm.

a choked cry of frustration escaped sasuke's lips as you abruptly ceased her ministrations, leaving him teetering on the edge of release. his cock throbbed painfully, the tip glistening with precum, and his balls drew up tight, aching to empty themselves.

"no… fuck, don't tease me like this," he snarled, his hands fisting in the sheets as he fought to regain control over his surging emotions.

you leaned forward, looking at him expressionlessly, sensually licking his jaw. "you'll come… when you're a begging, pleading, sorry mess… uchiha sasuke."

"just do it already," he ground out, his patience wearing thin.

you slapped his cheek, just like he had slapped yours once, which surprisingly turned him on. "tsk tsk…" you grabbed his cock again, but didn't move. just held it. "you get away with a lot of attitude, sasuke…"

"a lot of attitude?" sasuke's voice dripped with sarcasm, even as his hips bucked involuntarily into your grasp. "maybe because I'm not some simpering little pet to be ordered around."

despite his bravado, however, sasuke couldn't ignore the relentless throb of his cock in your hand, the way his mind clouded with lust whenever you touched him. you had him exactly where you wanted him – vulnerable, needy, and desperate for relief.

"please, y/n," he heard himself beg, the word bitter on his tongue.

your leaned in to kiss him, and stroked his cock slowly, taking all his little grunts and pants as your tongue delved into his mouth.

"mmmppphhh, fuck..." he mumbled between kisses. "uhhnnn, baby"

you grabbed the spare joint he'd kept on the bed and lit it with the lighter. and as you held it in your mouth, you took a drag, and blew into his mouth and sealed it inside with a kiss. the combination was dizzying, a heady cocktail of pleasure and disorientation that left sasuke's senses reeling.

"fuuuuck..." he slurred, as the drug took hold. "so hot... y/n, you're so fucking hot..."

you pumped his cock the way he wanted, and just when he was on the brink of his climax, stopped teasingly.

sasuke's vision blurred, his body trembling with the effort of holding back his climax. the joint still lingered in his mouth, its effects amplifying every sensation, making him hyper-aware of every brush of your fingers, every whisper of her breath against his skin.

"i swear to you, y/n, if you don't give me what I need right now, i'll-"

you blew another puff of the weed smoke into his mouth, biting his lower lip.

"don't you want to come inside me this time, sasuke?" you whispered seductively in his ear.

"fill me up with your" you licked his lip hot and kissed him "uchiha" and looked him dead in the eye. "cum?" you said as your weight on him kept him pinned under you in the bed.

as you whispered those sinful words in his ear, he could almost imagine the sensation of spilling his seed deep inside you, claiming you once and for all. "yes…fuck yes," he groaned, his voice barely audible over the pounding of his heart. "i want to be inside you, y/n. wanna feel your tight cunt milking my cock as i fill you up."

"yeah?" you smirked, licking his lip again "wanna breed my pussy hm? knock me up? wanna give your clan more uchihas?"

he chuckled and shook his head. "don't give them ideas."

as his cock throbbed, you took your hand off and teasingly began touching yourself as you sat on his lap, his dick right in front of you, twitching as your knuckles brushing against it when you ran two fingers up your slit, letting him watch you get off.

the sight of your arousal, the knowledge that you were pleasuring yourself while straddling his lap, was almost too much to bear. it drove him mad.

"look at you," he rasped, his voice heavy with lust. "getting off on my cock, even when it's not inside you."

you leaned forward, your nipples brushing against his chest. "tell me, should i put a finger in now? or do you want to see me rub my clit more?"

"do it," he commanded, his voice firm and authoritative. "put a finger inside yourself. i want to see how wet you are for me."

you teasingly dipped your middle finger inside yourself, moaning at your own touch near his ears.

that sent a jolt of electricity straight to sasuke's cock. he could practically smell your arousal, the musky scent filling his nostrils and clouding his already fogged mind. "fuck, that's it, baby," he panted, his hips thrusting upward in a desperate bid for friction. "rub that pretty little clit while you finger yourself. show me how much you crave it." sasuke's hands slid down to grip your ass, kneading the supple flesh as he ground his erection against your thigh. the pressure was exquisite, but it wasn't nearly enough to satisfy the raging hunger within him.

sasuke was surprisingly okay with watching you get off, sitting on his lap, even when his cock remained untouched. the sight was erotic. your entire figure, full, large breasts, bouncing a little as you ground into your own fingers, your mouth agape, letting sensual moans spill out.

it was a feast for the senses.

"fuck, look at you," he breathed, his voice thick with admiration and lust. "so beautiful when you're lost in pleasure. your body was made for sin, y/n." sasuke's hands roamed over your curves, tracing the dips and swells of your form as you rode your fingers. he couldn't resist leaning in to capture a nipple between his teeth, nibbling gently before soothing the sensitive peak with his tongue.

a fleeting thought of you pleasuring yourself to fantasies of him passed through his mind. it was a humbling realisation, knowing that despite your tumultuous past, you had harboured desires for him all along.

"have you?" he asked bluntly, his eyes never leaving yours as he continued to tease your nipple. "masturbated? to thoughts of me, i mean?

as you came apart on your own fingers, you pulled your finger out of yourself, chuckling, and shoved it in his mouth. "wouldn't you like to know."

he savoured the taste of you, a subtle blend of sweet and tangy that left him craving more.

"mmm…" was all he managed, his voice muffled by the intrusion. but as he pulled your fingers free, his gaze locked onto hers, burning with an intensity that spoke volumes. "don't play coy with me now, baby," he growled, his tone a low, menacing purr. "how many times have you fantasised about me while stroking your little pussy?"

"oh, i've made myself fall apart. in my college dorm, under my covers" you whispered into his ear as he feasted on your breasts. "i fucked myself to the thought of you. even with my roommate present… not that she ever knew."

sasuke felt like he'd landed a gold mine. just how much of a depraved bitch were you?

the image of you, alone in your dorm room, shamelessly pleasuring yourself to thoughts of him, was both shocking and arousing.

"you naughty little slut," he murmured against your skin, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine. "fucking yourself while your roommate slept just feet away. did you imagine it was me fucking you senseless, pounding into your tight cunt until you screamed my name? hm?"

"i've dreamt of your cock in me, your fingers, you face in my pussy… hell sometimes i've fantasised you fucking me with that gun you have on your mantle at uchiha manor." you murmured in his ear.

sasuke's eyes widened at your bold admission, a wicked grin spreading across his face. the idea of using his weapon as a makeshift dildo, plunging into your wet, tight heat, was almost too perverse to comprehend – and yet, it turned him on beyond measure.

"that's… fuck, that's incredible," he rasped, his voice dripping with lust. "imagine the sounds you'd make, baby, as i bury that cold metal deep inside you. the way your pussy would clench around it... ugh..."

"i've thought about us fucking in the classrooms, on the teacher's desk, in the stupid college gym, against the lockers, in the shower…"

he purred, nipping at her earlobe. "dreaming up all these dirty places for us to fuck. i love it." sasuke's hand slid between your thighs, his fingers finding your already soaked heat. he teased your entrance, and circled the swollen bud of your clit with deliberate slowness.

with a sinister smile you looked down at him. "wanna fuck on kakashi sensei's desk? paint his stupid smut book with our cum?"

a dark chuckle rumbled in sasuke's chest at your suggestion, your sadistic streak igniting a matching hunger within him. he had to bite his lip, smirking.

sasuke's fingers delved deeper, stroking your slick folds as he captured your mouth in a brutal kiss. his tongue plundered yours, mirroring the thrusts he imagined making into your eager body later.

you took his neglected dick in your hand, giving it a few strokes. you ran his head up and down your slit, coating it with the remnants of your arousal and climax.

sasuke's gaze locked onto yours, his eyes burning with a fierce hunger. he could feel the pressure building in his balls, his orgasm threatening to crest at any moment. "please, y/n... i need you," he rasped, his voice barely audible over the pounding of his heart. "just fuck me..."

a guttural moan tore from sasuke's throat as you enveloped him completely, sinking down till you sat on the base of his shaft, your tight, wet heat squeezing his cock like a vice. he felt like he was drowning in you.

"so tight… fuck... love your cunt."

he began to move, thrusting up into you with slow, deliberate strokes, savouring every inch of her welcoming body.

you slapped his cheek again, which he fucking loved. "did i say you could move?"

he smirked, relaxing back into the bed, still twitching inside you. "sorry, baby."

leaning forward so that your breasts squished against his chest, you moved languidly, his cock slowly pumping in and out of you. he could feel the gentle rhythm of your movements, the subtle undulations of your hips as you rode him with lazy, sensual grace.

just as he thought this was it, you bucked your hips at a slightly different angle, rotating them just enough, and clenched hard as you came up, and loosened as you went down again. it was so sensual, so fucking terrifyingly hot.

sasuke's eyes snapped open, his pupils dilating as your subtle nuance in motion sent shockwaves of pleasure coursing through him.

"f-fu-fuck... hnnn!!"

"you think you know sex?" you murmured in his ear, gently biting his earlobe. "baby… we wrote the fucking kama sutra."

the way your cunt gripped his dick, fucking slowly, yet so effectively, was new for sasuke, and he was. goddamn. addicted. sasuke could only swear and cuss, his mind blank.

"fuuuck, y/n…" he panted, his voice raw with lust. i've never… no one's ever… holy shit…" sasuke's fingers dug into your hips, holding you steady as he struggled to maintain some semblance of control. but it was a losing battle – the relentless, maddening pleasure was quickly driving him to the brink of insanity. "i'm going to… fuck, i can't…!" he warned, his warning cut short by a strangled groan as another wave of ecstasy crashed over him.

you slammed down hard on his dick, and sasuke immediately burst inside.

white-hot bliss erupted inside you, his seed spurting forth in powerful, pulsing jets. at the same instant, he felt your velvet walls clamping down around him, milking him dry as you found your own release. "ahhhhh, yes, yes, fuck!" he roared, his voice echoing off the walls as he thrashed beneath you, lost to the overwhelming intensity of your shared climax. "take it all, baby..."

sasuke was never a fan of slow sex. he preferred hard, rough fucking, but this? this was fucking heavenly. he felt like he'd just been fucked by some goddess of sex.

sasuke's hands caressed your back, tracing the curves of your spine before sliding down to cup your ass, giving it a gentle squeeze. "that was… incredible. i don't think i've ever come that hard in my life."

you both shared another joint, his dick still lodged in you, cum dripping down, forming a ring around his base. god knows it was your third joint, but you needed that euphoria to last.

you took a drag as he held it to your lips. "sasuke…" you whined almost cutely.

"fuck me again."

sasuke chuckled at your cute whine.

"so needy..."

but as he critiqued, he pulled out, taking a long drag before tossing the joint on the wooden floor. he flipped you over, pulling your hips back, your ass colliding with his cum-slicked cock. wasting no time, he thrust into you, fucking you from behind.

several erratic thrusts later, he came inside you again.

"fuck..." he panted, slapping your ass.

"got one more round in you?"

sasuke lifted his head, a wicked grin spreading across his face as he heard your request. he pulled out of you, his cock leaving a trail of cum on your inner thigh. "one more, huh?" he chuckled, the idea of fucking you again only boosting his ego. "alright baby, let's do this." with a sudden surge of energy, sasuke flipped you onto your back like some pancake, pinning your wrists above your head. he loomed over you, his dark eyes blazing with primal lust as he positioned himself between your spread legs. only he grabbed your knees and bent them, pushing them down till they muffled your ears.

sasuke captured your lips in a searing kiss, his tongue delving into your mouth to tangle with yours. as you made out, he slowly lowered his body, and inch by delicious inch, his cock fully impaled inside you once more, in the nastiest mating press ever.

all you could do was moan and all he could do was pound into you relentlessly, his cock hitting your cervix with erratic thrusts.

"fuck... nasty slut."

seeing your mouth wide open as lewd moans spilled out of you, sasuke leaned forward, his hands on your knees, and spat into your mouth.

you were too fucked to protest, and swallowed like you would a drop of ice cream.

sasuke smirked. "you're fucking perfect. depraved bitch. my bitch." he fucked into you at an unforgiving pace. "my slut. my whore. my..." thrust "fucking..." thrust "girl."

with a feral grunt, he slammed into you, bottoming out, and erupting inside you for the third time.

he just leaned back, head tossed back, eyes closed, jaw agape.

after a moment he pulled out and looked down at you, especially at his cum dripping down your pussy.

"god..."

"y/n works too."

he snorted a laugh. "brat."

you both cleaned up after yourselves. you helped him change the sheets.

"that's some expensive linen."

sasuke shrugged, planning to toss it away anyway.

"i forget how rich you are sometimes," you sighed, shaking your head.

sasuke snuck into his kitchen to grab a few dry snacks, and cold brew.

pushing the door open, he scanned the shelves. bags of dry snacks lined up neatly—a few packs of trail mix, some seaweed crisps, and a half-opened bag of rice crackers he remembered itachi munching on earlier. he grabbed the rice crackers and a small pack of roasted almonds, tucking them under one arm before turning to the fridge.

the cold air prickled his skin as he opened the door, the soft hum of the fridge breaking the silence. he reached for the glass bottle of cold brew sitting in the door compartment, his fingers curling around its smooth neck. a small part of him considered pouring it into a glass like a civilised person, but the thought faded as quickly as it came. no one was awake to judge him, anyway.

he grabbed his loot and made his way back upstairs, quiet as a shadow, sipping the coffee as he entered his room again.

"here" he tossed some snacks your way as your sat on the bed. he handed you the second coffee bottle.

you were still sitting in your bra and your panties. sasuke, without a second thought, went to his walk-in closet and dug out one of his sweaters, and tossed it to you.

you put it on, grateful for the warmth.

"what, no pants?"

sasuke smirked as he flopped down on the bed, himself wearing a shirt and shorts.

"nah."

you crunched on the last rice cracker, licking the crumbs off your fingers as sasuke tilted the empty cold brew bottle back, realising there was nothing left. he set it on the nightstand with a soft clink and leaned back against the headboard, his gaze flickering toward you.

“hey,” he started, voice low and measured, like he was testing the waters.

you raised an eyebrow at him, mid-chew. “yeah?”

he hesitated for a moment, running his fingers through his hair in that nervous habit you’d come to recognise. “there’s the summer festival next weekend, in countryside” he said, his tone almost casual, but you could see the tension in his shoulders. “itachi and mom won’t shut up about it."

"oh yeah, i saw flyers for it all over the city."

"would... will...." he sighed. "come."

"isn't everyone coming?"

sasuke glared at you. "i meant... come with us. to the manor as well."

you looked at him, that incident resurfacing. sasuke saw it too. he cupped your jaw.

"don't. i'm not gonna do that again."

you smiled. "didn't say anything."

“you’ll come, then?” he asked after a moment, his voice quieter now, almost vulnerable.

your tone gentler, you answered. “i’ll come.”

the summer evening air was warm but not stifling, a gentle breeze weaving through the uchiha manor’s garden as you and sasuke lounged on the deck chairs, perched side by side. you'd explored the festival for days, your primary residence being the uchiha estate. the faint sounds of the festival outside—fireworks popping in the distance, cheerful chatter, and the occasional drumbeat—created a serene backdrop to the moment.

his arm was draped around your shoulder, the weight of it both grounding and affectionate, his thumb absentmindedly tracing small patterns against your sleeve. you leaned into him, comfortable, unbothered by the intimacy he no longer shied away from. sasuke wasn’t one for public displays of affection, but here, in the privacy of the manor, with his family milling about, he let his guard down.

"you click horrible pictures. just saying."

"shut up."

tilting your head to rest against his shoulder as you watched mikoto and fugaku stand in the garden. mikoto looked radiant in the black kurta you’d given her, its intricate gold embroidery catching the lantern light beautifully. it suited her perfectly, and she’d gushed over it the moment you handed it to her earlier that evening, saying she would treasure it forever.

“your mom looks amazing,” you murmured.

sasuke followed your gaze, his expression softening slightly as he watched his parents. mikoto had her arm linked through fugaku’s, smiling brightly as itachi adjusted the angle on his phone to get the perfect shot of them.

“she likes you, you know,” sasuke said, his tone casual but sincere.

“really?” you asked, feigning shock. “i couldn’t tell from the fifty dishes she insisted i try at dinner.”

he huffed a laugh, his lips twitching upward. “she’s not subtle.”

“neither are you,” you teased, nudging him lightly with your elbow.

he raised an eyebrow at you, but there was no real annoyance in his expression. instead, he tightened his arm around you slightly, pulling you closer.

“what about your dad?” you asked, glancing over at fugaku, who stood stiffly beside mikoto, though there was a faint smile on his face as she nudged him playfully.

sasuke shrugged. “he doesn’t hate you.”

“wow,” you said dryly, grinning. “high praise.”

“that’s basically approval,” he added, a hint of amusement in his voice.

and as you sat there, the summer evening wrapping around you like a blanket, you felt something shift—something quieter, stronger, more real. for all the turbulence that had brought you here, this moment felt like the start of something steady, something worth holding on to. and judging by the way sasuke’s fingers tightened around your, he felt it too.

“sometimes,” he began, his voice barely above a whisper, “i think about… what this is. what we are.”

your heart skipped a beat, but you kept your expression neutral, not wanting to spook him. “and?”

he swallowed, his gaze still fixed on the lanterns. “and i don’t know if i’m ready to put a name to it. but…” he hesitated, his fingers tightening around yours. “i don’t want to lose it. whatever this is."

you shrugged. "what's in a name..."

he snorted. "okay, shakespeare. i'm serious, though."

"that's your problem, innit. always serious."

sasuke slapped your thigh.

you shook your head. "you want a name? benefits corporation."

“or,” you continued, undeterred, “how about… ‘weed relationshop’? because, let’s face it, half our shit is fuelled by late-night joints.”

sasuke exhaled sharply, somewhere between a sigh and a laugh, and shook his head. “you’re ridiculous.”

he looked at you, taking in your soft glow in the evening light. how well you'd come to fit into his world, the one he'd locked away for years. and just how strong it was.

“maybe… one day,” he started, his voice softer now, contemplative, “i’ll figure out how to be… you know. an actual boyfriend.”

"cross that bridge when it comes," you responded, letting your head rest on his shoulder.

as the evening light began to soften, the cherry blossoms shimmered gently in the breeze, their pale pink petals dancing in the fading sunlight. you and sasuke sat together, your eyes following the way the light caught each delicate bloom, painting the air with a quiet, peaceful glow.

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Shikamaru - Heavy breathing is the most you can normally get out of Shikamaru. Even when he's close to cumming, he holds his breath and becomes even quieter. He just closes his eyes and enjoys the experience like the pillow prince that he is lol.

Kakashi - You can get him to sort of growl and swear, but that's normally it. He reacts physically more than verbally.

Gaara - He's also super quiet. He talks quietly here and there, but that's normally it. Interestingly, in Suna, men are sort of encouraged to be quiet and still in bed so not to irritate their wives. Konoha men are taught to be enthusiastic about whatever their wife does. Gaara is still fairly quiet by nature though.

Sasuke - He keeps quiet on principle. He can be pushed into babbling if you overstimulate and punish him enough, but on the daily, he's very quiet. He's not about to let anyone make him make those embarrassing noises 😤

Shino - Shino hides his face in bed, which quiets him. He's always pushing his face into the Empress's shoulder or burying it in a pillow. All the little moans and whimpers are silenced. Of course, if you make it so he can't bury his face, those little noises escape hehe. He whimpers a lot.

Haku - I would say Haku is the start of the 'average' noise level boys. When he first joins the harem, he fake moans and overexaggerates a little because he's nervous about underperforming because he's a commoner. The Empress kindly explains that he can just react the way he's actually feeling and he eventually becomes comfortable just moaning like normal. He's a "feels good! Keep going!" kind of man.

Itachi - He's also fairly average on a normal night, but he can get louder if you push him. I think though, Itachi is prone to losing his breath in bed, and that makes him more quiet than he might normally be. He's much louder on nights with slow, gentle sex.

Iruka - This is where people start to get loud haha. Iruka thinks he's about average, but really he is not only loud, he's also very skilled at getting the Empress to be loud with him. His sex drive is high, so the longer the rounds go on, the louder he gets.

Neji - He is convinced that he's capable of being almost silent. He is not. He makes these super loud Ah! Ah! noises. He's also a hentai girl with his constant 'n-no, st-stop, I'm too s-sensitive...".

Naruto - He's very loud. He just gets too into it and moans constantly and just slightly too loudly. And his stamina is so good, so the moaning lasts a long damn time.

Kiba - Kiba doesn't understand why he would try to hide that his wife is making him feel really good. He wants everyone in the palace to know how much fun he's having with his wife. He has also been known to make his moaning extremely dramatic on purpose to wind up the Empress lol. Kiba sounds like a porn star on a quiet day.

If there was any way to describe Ramuda’s attitude towards anything in life it was he didn’t like things to be serious. He didn’t like serious conversations or serious problems - he liked when things were fun and casual, things that he could giggle at. Even sex was never an ordeal that he liked to be serious - sometimes it would be a little more intense and passionate but for the most part, you both could giggle at the silly parts of sex.

“More kisses~” Ramuda’s voice lowered, smiling as he leaned in for another kiss - giggling as your hips shifted so you were pressed against his thigh that was slotted between yours. He pushed his leg against you with a little more force as he kissed you, his tongue slipped into your mouth - saliva connecting your lips as he pulled away from you, “So pretty~”

“Ramuda, please?” You weren’t above begging him to stop teasing and with a little bit of convincing wiggling, he would give in to you.

“Please what? You gotta use your words,” He smiled, sitting up and grabbing the shiny foil packets of condoms from his nightstand - tearing one-off and tossing the rest to the floor. “Come on! Say it and I’ll do it.”

“Oh my god, please Ramuda~” You whined, exaggerating your breathy moans as you tried to replicate the way the women in AVs moaned because you knew that it would make Ramuda laugh - and he did, his laugh lightening the mood.

“Fine, fine, that was good~” He opened the pack, fumbling with putting it on so you took over - sitting up so you could reach, sliding it over his length and smiling as he stole a kiss, “I’m getting so excited, you’re so pretty...”

The way that he slid his hands over your thighs that were spread around him - settling on your waist, pushing himself against you - slipping in with a giggle. His hand slipped into yours - pinning it against the pillow as he bottomed out, you felt like you were on fire as he moved: slow, lazy thrusts before he decided that he wanted more and snapped his hips forward.

“Ha, your face is so red~ Does it feel good?” He ran his hand down your stomach - slipping between your bodies, rubbing your clit until you were basically crying that you were going to cum. Ramuda nodded, telling you that it was okay for you to let go - he wanted to watch you fall apart because you’d look so pretty if you did. 

Before you knew it, he was pulling away - humming as he cleaned himself up before helping you. You knew that he had a busy day ahead and your short break together put him in a better mood than before and you watched him move around the room, gathering his clothes and setting yours out for when you decided to get up.